Vintage tube amp as a melody for high fidelity
Crunchy like celery, I write your elegy
And there I still embellish these fucking dirt walkers
With the aura of a humble rhyme-sayer and bubble wrap layer
Slay a Double Dash player, sayonara, say your prayers
Now you caught it like the vapors, it's the order in the chaos
See I sipped a lot of bottles, ripped it full throttle
Yo, the G.R.E.E.N. T. I drink the pet nat
Step the fuck back
I haul ass like bar staff, a tall sip of Pa's Schnapps in a flask
Matter of fact, yo, a large batch in a vat
I hit the road, Jack, you hit the tarmac
Systematic exploitation of vocabulary storage
Here to subsidize the market in supply change shortage
For the handover meet me at the clearing in the forest
Tough neck business
Not the trigger finger but the mustache itches
Crush mad... chicken wings for lunch, snap pictures
Catching the vibes like Bobby Hutcherson
I clutch the sun inside my hand, let there be light
My squad deep like Barry White
